This is a song about "How bad huddle is at editing"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

'bad' here is an understatement.

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

And it's nasty how bad you're about to get blasted

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

At first i didnt know how bad this shit would bother me